'These finds were generously donated to us by Liria, the Seven-Named, goddess of Endring.'

Several pieces of cracked pottery. One depicts a boat sailing (or is it climbing?) up a ladder, towards a doorway in the sky. It is perfectly mirrored (a sign of mechanical reproduction?) in a reflection in the sea below. Stars shine. Another depicts a bearded man, slumped forward in his seat, weeping hot tears into the mud.

Stored with them are several photographs. They depict what appear to be clay urns. The designs and tales they tell are unfathomably intricate. Some of them are tall enough (peaking at roughly twenty meters in length) or wide enough (peaking at roughly twenty-five meters in diameter) to require the usage of ladders as part of their construction. Several figures, adorned in leather hide and splotches of dried mud, are seen sculpting these constructs. Many of them peer, seemingly in bewildered skepticism, towards the centre of the camera.